"What's wrong with Ping'an?" Lin Xiaoguai rushed to the hospital, looking at the operating room with some anxiety.
"It's nothing, just a minor injury," Wan Quan replied.
"What minor injury!" Han Shouzhen got angry, "Such a long cut, so much blood lost, and you still call it a minor injury?"
Wan Quan touched his nose awkwardly, having hit a landmine.
He didn't argue with her and instead explained to the puzzled Lin Xiaoguai, "Ping'an got slashed on his back, but it's just superficial, none of the organs were damaged."
Lin Xiaoguai understood; it indeed seemed like a minor injury, but probably not so to her sister.
This time was different from the heart transplant years ago, it took only two hours before Xu Ji was pushed out. Since he was under local anesthesia, he was still conscious, and apart from looking a bit pale, he seemed quite spirited.
Just then, He Xiaoxiao arrived running along the corridor, sweating profusely.
